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Chapter Twenty Four - Stag
Michael grunted as Hannah squirmed around on his back. For some reason, she was becoming increasingly restless as they continued their journey. “It's nearly sundown,” He grumbled, and reluctantly squatted to let his small mate slide off his back. “Let's find a good place to camp for the night.” They continued to trapse around in the woods for another 15 minutes before they came upon a good spot to settle for the night. They broke apart and went about their duties without being told. Michael took Hannah’s hand. She jumped at his touch, and he noticed traces of anxiety around her eyes. “Hey,” he said softly, “Are you okay?” She grunted and her eyes scanned the trees around her. He could feel her heart beating rapidly, and her nostrils were flared as though she were trying to pick
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